Would you believe me if I said I'm tired of this?
there was this boy I use to love,
but my love was never enough;
there's only so much one can give,
and yeah, I was always giving in.
but when the wind took,
it was more than he could take to look.
eyes that stared but never saw,
he thought he could have it all.
when the trees begin to bare,
I'll remember what we had there
but with no more tears shed,
this girl has finally stopped while she's ahead.
credit; my picture, my poem. so, me&me.
Title;Sick Cycle Carousel- Lifehouse.